One after Another

Chapter Ten

Lessons continued after the eventful break. Johnson continued reading her textbook, her eyes following the words of the textbook, unaware of the forthcoming horror she soon would undergo.

It was the end of school. Johnson dragged her legs to her car after all the students had left the school.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, someone grazed her elbow as she fumbled with her car keys. She suddenly felt a stab of pain. Knees crashed down the hard brick road, a loud thump was heard. Withstanding the throbbing pain, Johnson blinked several times. Realisation dawned upon her. She realised she had been anaesthetised and slowly was plunged into the world of darkness.

When Natalie arrived at school the next day, police cars lined up perfectly along the street. The cops were intercepting the crowd of reporters from barging into the school. They banged on the gate's poles as the police managed to push them back. Stomach full of foreboding, Natalie hastened to her classroom. Like the outside, a mix of students and teachers crowded at the door, eager to see the incident that had happened. Natalie's legs trembled with each step she took. She could barely make it to the doorway when her eyes dilated. She wanted to look away, but she could not, she did not see this coming.

"Plop" "Plop" Blood dripped onto the floor, joining the red puddle beneath. Hanging in the middle of the classroom was the sickening headless body of Miss Johnson hovering right above it. Her chopped head was resting on the desk, eyes closed but with a gaping mouth. Blood flowed across the table, seeping into the cracks of wood.

Her body was hanging upside down, exposed as her dress was badly torn, leaving tiny shreds of fabric dangling. Only her undergarments were left intact, with the sparkling ring on her index finger with the word "OJ" carved.

No one could even bear glancing at her. It was seen clearly that the murderer cut her stomach severely, deep enough to see the moist organs squirming in the body. As a pool of blood trickled down from the wound, everyone could smell the reek of organs and the metallic scent of blood. But that pool of blood was no match for the blood loss down the neck. Lines of red trickled down, leaving a complete eerie look to the scene.

Frustration was all over Natalie's face. She was clutching that last straw of hope. Hoping that Johnson could find the murderer, knowing it was close to impossible, but now that tiny bit of hope had died.

However, clever as she was, she had a doubt. She confronted a police officer. "The word OJ was engraved. If J is Johnson, then who is O?" The question clouded her mind fully.

Kenneth and Ali, who were following her the whole time, looked confused. "Are you saying this O guy is the murderer? It could be her boyfriend, " Kenneth frowned.

"Yes, it could be. That is why I want to know the full name." She firmly stated.

"Umm kids, I am not supposed to tell you," the police scratched his head.

"Tell us. We might know something," Natalie glared at the police officer, determined to get an answer out of them.

The cop led the three to a corner. "The full name is John Orsin. But he wasn't her boyfriend. Her official boyfriend is Edam Simonal. Your teacher had an affair. However, they were both not in Moltenburg since last month." He explained to the younger group.

"So it isn't them. One last thing, when can we continue our lessons?" asked Ali.

"Also, do the others know about this whole affair thing?" Kenneth cut in.

"No, we plan to keep it a secret. Answering your previous question, we think you can continue after two days. By the way, you three don't seem to be mourning her death anyways." The officer pointed out.

"Let's just say that we are used to it." They shrugged their shoulders, the sadness had already consumed them anyways.

The cop nodded but didn't push it further, a little afraid of hurting the gang.

It was just as the police said. The cops found nothing after their search for two days and retreated the team. Their only conclusion from the search was that Miss Johnson died of blood loss. Knowing that the cops' search led to nothing, the three were very disappointed. Their last straw of hope had nearly burnt out.

"I think we shouldn't keep it to ourselves. It had gone way too far. Let's tell the cops," suggested Kenneth, running through the events.

"I used to think that we could handle it. It seems that we are wrong," Natalie said solemnly. "Let's tell the cops after school."

The three stood at a corner, discussing as they waited for the temporary teacher to teach their final lesson. She revealed her name to be Jessie Buckson. Her thick British accent and her boastful attitude were arduous to endure.

"Dos anywon kno dis question?" Frowns plastered everyone's faces. Not because they didn't know the question, but because they don't understand what on earth she was saying.

Buckson frowned. "Sey sumething! Or I will tel the princecipal. We ar fery gud friends, you know."

Ali raised her hand reluctantly.

"Oh gud lord! Finally!" She motioned for her to stand up, her hand waving up and down.

"I feel sick! May I go home?" Ali requested as her fingers drum rolled slightly on her desk, indicating the nervousness inside of her.

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Author's Note: Have you met teachers like Buckson? Well I did and I don't like her much. By the way, do anyone know how to make the book more interesting and suspenseful? Thank you!! Please don't forget to Vote and Comment!